*yawn*

Work was sloooow. I can’t seem to stay awake. Must go to Guelph, see Sandy, see friends at pub tomorrow, have good time on birthday. Yes.

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    Reading I’ve been doing bu haven’t mentioned in a while:

    Super-Toys was interesting. I haven’t seen A.I. yet (tomorrow!), but I already know enough of the plot to see the resembelance between the story and the movie.

    Crome Yellow was interesting. It’s much lighter than Brave New World, probably Huxley’s most famous book, but contains similar elements – characters talk about theories and ideas about society, while the protagonist struggles to fit in with proper English society types. I might need to reread this one in a few months.


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    From the Apocalypse Watch section in today’s Chrominance:

    …first on the list is the latest Sunny Delight advertising campaign. Maybe you’ve seen this, or maybe it’s a Canada only campaign; it involves an Austin-Powers-MiniMe-like villain scheming to harness the power of the California Sun. Ooops, too late, because Sunny D’s already done it!

    What I’d like to add is this: Sunny Delight has been targeting their advertising for years to specific age groups in order to bombard one particular generation, in the hopes that they started using the product at an early age and keep using it as they grow up. If you think about old Sunny D ads, you’ll notice that they started by targeting young (less that 12) children (and their parents), then went for the more independant 12-18 year group, and now seemed to be targeting 18-24 year olds – until this putrid ad came out.

    In my own humble opinion, another sign of the coming apocalypse is that Kraft Pizza commercias are starting to become almost carbon-copies of every single terrible commercial that McCain’s has made in the past 20 years.


    post savage beatings all night long, doo dah, doo dah,

    AOL users who can’t follow instructions e-mailed to them: go away.

    Yesterday was hot. Really hot. In the morning, a young woman fainted on my subway car. This past lunch hour I sweated down while running around getting all of the necessary pieces to get an ISIC card and a train ticket (photo, change for photo booth, visit TravelCuts, buy train ticket). And I had to pay $16 for the card which would have been free if I had gotten it in Guelph. Oh well. I also just figured out that if I buy a six-pack of Toronto-Guelph return tickets from VIA, the student discount is half off and it’s way cheaper than Greyhound. So I just did that. Yay.


    post race cars and roast beast

    I just mistyped that as ‘roast beats’ three times. Hrm.

    Anyways, weekend was awesome. Saw Sandy after two weeks apart, on Saturday we went to the races at Mosport Speedway. I got to ride in the pace car before the races got rained out. It was still fun to see everything. On Sunday we went to a family barbecue at her Uncle Bob’s cottage which was lots of fun. There was good roast beast and other food, and after than we went tubing out on the lake. It was damn fun, although I got a few litres of lake water up my nose when I wiped out. But I took out Sandy’s brother and he face planted into the water, so it was all worth it 🙂


    post more bitching at Canada Post

    I already mentioned that the new Canada Post website is a putrid mound of Flash and ASP garbage, rendering it slow as all hell and totally unintuitive. Well, now I just found the “text only” site. If you go through the “splash” (shudder) page and select your language, there is a link at the bottom of the page that leads to a text-only representation. Why they bothered to use table cell background colours when every text browser I’ve ever seen doesn’t display them is beyond me. Anyways, the problem is any link from there goes to the same site as every other browser. Pathetic.

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